G'day to all!
I'm a sort of misanthropic, unregenerate version of Ebenezer Scrooge, living in the hills above Melbourne, Australia with my two demanding German shepherd masters, Sam and Lochie.
My formal education ended, thank Christ, 42 years ago in 7th grade at a Christian Brother's concentration camp for boys when I finally got the guts to retaliate, punched the Head Brother on the nose, and got expelled.
From thereon I did just about anything you care to name to survive, legal or otherwise.
After much self-inflicted alcoholic melancholy for my first forty four years, sheer necessity finally forced me into sobering up and becoming what I had long loathed, and still do; a smarmy "successful business man" and “a pillar of society.”
Still, in spite of my conditional acceptance (...if they knew my true history they wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire!) by artificially “decent” society, I'm proud to say that in my 65th year that I am still the sarcastic, slum-bred, anti-authoritarian guttersnipe who justifiably sat Brother Beadon on his fat paedophilic freckle.
People agreeing with causes me to go into a state of panic-stricken self-reflection.
